The Infinite Mind

An orchestra compares to the music of life,
Yet the music is not an enjoyable melody to one man, but sounds as a continuously resonating pole!
Sitting alone plays he his life's assigned instrument, a humble fife.
But alas, for not even this unique sound does vibrate his soul.
 
The essence of his mind,
ripples all throughout a pond.
What this man seems desperate to find,
is but tragically concealed and imprissoned by the water's tight bond!
 
Only when for his answer he begins to look,
discovery surfaces, though logarithmically to his despair.
So he finds himself picking up a pen to write his book,
But after many years stops to find he has nothing left to wear!
 
Poverty has an overwhelming stench,
Escape is simple, just go to war.
Only as he bleeds out precious life with which to drown his own trench,
does he see himself stepping off our world's shore.
 
Though death was always a fear against which he used to mourn,
He now excites upon sight of the dreaded luminescence, so mysteriously bright!
While a new mind into this same world, from nothingness is torn,
A dying man accepts his fate with a growing sense of curious delight.
 
A child emerges refusing to cry,
as it knows already the waste of a tear.
This early enlightenment sadly persuades him to die,
The test of life for him is truely passed, as he is born without fear!
 
A void is as indefinately empty as it is hollow.
Matterless, the mind requires not any envelopement of space.
Regardless of relitivity, infinity is yet to preceed, but hath no means to follow,
as the mind hides no more behind a face.
 
A journey which hath not yet begun,
through the pond suddently surfaces, as the dying man's new found discovery.
Though the war he died for will never end nor be won,
He fully understands now, the fight was nevertheless vital to his mind's recovery.
 
As his life flashes before his endlessly expanding mind, in the form of a vision,
Together, as travel companions, man and child unite!
Both see now, between them never existed a division,
so without need to fear, both minds step into the light!
 
The sweet melodious tune of a fife integrating into the orchestra is now heard,
Such beauty has never before been sensed by either man or child, this is but the first time.
Never again will life's truely pure orchestra to them sound as if slurred,
As hand in hand, the newly-conjoineds' single-mind forevermore descends up infinity's revelational climb.